I warn you that this is, apparently, a pretty boring drawing. Evidence: I kept falling asleep at my computer while drawing it. I actually started this collection a few weeks ago when I ended up drawing this instead. My interest in all things mossy was renewed last week when my terrarium popped up over at the Naughty Secretary Club and in the accompanying Storque article. Maybe I should make a real one this summer. You know, to be all trendy and stuff.
Other drawing type stuff I’ve been up to:
I made this new logo for our beloved playgroup. Yes, we are fun. Tots of fun (get it?). Too bad the ladder doesn’t lead to the top of the spiral slide (that’s, um, what the S is supposed to be). Maybe I should propose a name change to Tost of Fun. We’re moving back to Ontario soon and will miss our CT friends very much. Thanks for playing with us.
Huh. I guess I thought it was Mothers’ Day, but it’s really Mother’s Day? Weird. In any case, I hope it was happy. I’m not sure what it means that I chose to mark the day with a drawing of my mom’s most feared animal (actually, it’s probably a toss up between bears and sharks). Sorry, Mom. I’m sure you’d have nothing to fear from a mother bear, though… especially if she has her cubs with her. Oh. I just made myself feel a little sick thinking too much about bear attacks.
I spent way too long trying to dapple these bears with sun, but it ended up looking more like mange, so I gave up for now.
Mossy terrariums are super popular over at Etsy. I can only assume that the trend all stems from the awesome terrarium I put together when I was little. I had this gigantic plastic genie bottle thing that I loaded up with mosses and other stuff from the woods at my cottage. I also found a little inhabitant for my terrarium. His name was Skippy. He was a bright orange slime mould. Yes, I had a pet slime mould. One day, I couldn’t find Skippy. Around the same time, I read The Two-Thousand-Pound Goldfish. The combination of these events led to a few sleepless nights during which I imagined that Skippy had slipped out of the terrarium, grown infinitely in size, and was coming to smother me for taking him out of his natural habitat. In actuality, he probably shriveled up. Sorry, Skippy.
“Ho, ho, the mistletoe…” Oh no. As soon as I started drawing that mistletoe (okay, more like as soon as I googled it to see what the stuff actually looks like), I started singing Christmas songs. Not good. Yes, I am drawing some Christmas stuff already, but that’s solely for the benefit of those freaks who have actually started to buy Christmas cards from my shop (no offense intended to any freaks who are already Christmas shopping), not for my own pleasure. I mean, it’s not like I’m already planning my Rockefeller/FAO Schwarz trip, or pouring over Etsy for the perfect gifts (it’s strictly research). And it’s not like I already have a Christmas wreath on my door or something (for your information, it’s a seasonal wreath). Seriously… freaks! “I don’t know if there’ll be snow…”
Happy Thanksgiving, Canadians! Happy Columbus Day (still trying to figure out what exactly this is), Americans! Go eat an apple pie! I know that a lot of people get all worked up about turkey, but – hello? – pie? And what about the stuffed potatoes? The butter tarts? Did I mention pie? You’ve gotta love a holiday completely centred around eating. Oh, yeah, and the whole family, togetherness, thankfulness thing, too.
I have the bad habit of assuming that everything from my childhood is kind of universal to all childhoods. Since moving to the States, I’ve found myself blabbing away to completely blank stares more than I wish to admit. Apparently, sticking maple keys on the bridge of one’s nose is not, in fact, universal (believe it or not). And, I was surprised to find that the term “maple key” is not necessarily known (they’re also called “helicopters,” “whirligigs,” “polynoses (??),” and, more technically, “samaras,” btw). Huh. While I’m at it, might I complain about Americans not really having a suitable word for “touque/toque/tuque“? What’s that all about?
PS – I have no idea what kind of creature this is.
Last week, I had a customer send me a nice message explaining that the print she was buying would be a Christmas gift for some friends. So, that got me thinking about holiday cards for my shop. Just because I’m not on top of… anything, I guess other people are. Anyway, here is my first (insert winter holiday) card design. I would like to think that the rabbit is giving the fox a nice, thoughtful gift (hand knitted rabbit-fur scarf, perhaps?), and not simply an offering of “please don’t eat me” food. There aren’t many places to hide in that snow globe.
Speaking of Christmas on Etsy, I’d like to recommend my friend Kris’ brand new shop for all of your throw pillow needs. I got to see her inventory in person this week and was so impressed with the quality and cuteness of her creations.
Doodle’s favourite band is The Terrible Twos, and we’ve had very little else playing since we got their new album a few weeks ago (it’s awesome – get it and this one). In fact, we rarely make it past the first song, since Doodle starts asking for Old Man Miller again before it’s even over (check out the sweet dancing on that video!). Despite the line “Old Man Miller was a porcupine,” the title character does not actually seem to be a porcupine, but, still, the image remains, and I decided to stop fighting the inevitable and draw a porcupine this week. Doodle is thrilled.